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he had a feeling that he was going to fail again. The cop<br />
looked at the two men.<br />
“I—” said the umbrella man “— that is — you know how<br />
these things happen; if that’s your umbrella, I’m very sorry.<br />
I found it this morning in a restaurant. If you say it’s yours<br />
I hope you’ll—”<br />
“It’s mine!” cried Soapy, with anger in his voice.<br />
The umbrella man hurried away. The cop helped a lady<br />
across the street. Soapy walked east. He threw the umbrella<br />
as far as he could throw it. He talked to himself about cops<br />
and what he thought of them. Because he wished to be<br />
arrested, they seemed to believe he was like a king who could<br />
do no wrong.<br />
At last, Soapy came to one of the quiet streets on the side<br />
of the city. He turned here and began to walk south toward<br />
Madison Square. He was going home, although home was<br />
only a seat in a park.<br />
But at a very quiet corner, Soapy stopped. Here was his<br />
old childhood home. Through one window, he could see a<br />
soft light shining. That had been his living room, where he<br />
had spent many happy peaceful moments. Sweet music<br />
came to Soapy’s ears and seemed to hold him there.<br />
The moon was above, peaceful and bright. There were<br />
few people passing. He could hear birds high above him.<br />
And the music that came from the room held Soapy there,<br />
for he had known it well long ago. In those days, his life<br />
contained such things as mothers and flowers and high<br />
hopes and friends and clean thoughts and clean clothes.<br />
There was a sudden and wonderful change in his soul.<br />
He saw with sick fear how he had fallen. He saw his<br />
worthless days, his wrong desires, his dead hopes, the lost<br />
power of his mind.<br />
And also, in a moment, his heart answered this change in<br />
his soul. He would fight to change his life. He would pull himself<br />
up, out of the mud. He would make a man of himself again.<br />
27<br />
The Cop and the Anthem